Lor
Ro tips his hand, slowly turning it over as his fingers move in a rolling wave with the flame dancing between them. Then he lowers it to my body.
I suck in a sharp breath, my heart pounding with anticipation and the thrill of danger. I trust Ro not to hurt me, but that doesn’t mean I know what to expect from the chaotic demon.
He drops the glowing flame to my navel, just under my belly button, and it spreads a delicious warmth across my skin. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. Similar to a blast of heat from sitting too close to a fire, but not quite as intense. More like the deceptively inviting warmth of the sun on your skin when you know you’re getting a sunburn, but it feels so good you endure it anyway.
Ro eyes me carefully, his gaze burning into my skin in a different way as he slowly rolls the ball of fire over my skin. He sends it circling beneath the curve of one breast, tongues of glowing red and orange licking up towards my nipple, then curling around the other. I shiver, the heat from the blaze leaving an icy path behind when my hot skin meets the cool air.Goosebumps break out along my arms and legs, and my brain empties of all thoughts.
I’m a creature of sensation, fire and ice, tingling shivers. I gasp when he tweaks my nipple with his fingers, then sucks the other into his mouth. He trails his hand down my ribs, tendrils of fire dripping from each finger. The contrasting sensations are so foreign my body doesn’t know how to react.
My heart pounds and my breaths turn even more shallow as my gaze follows the flickering lines. The fire coalesces and settles on my hip bone, shimmering and dancing, seeming slightly morealivethan a normal flame would be.
My breath stalls in anticipation, but nothing happens for long moments. I flick my eyes up to Ro’s to see him drinking me in, his gaze avid and intense as it caresses up my body, my face, then finally meets my eyes.
His smile is comforting and thrilling at the same time. Somehow a juxtaposition of danger and solace, but I guess that’s what we are to each other.
Ro pointedly darts his eyes down, then to my eyes again, telling me with a look to watch. I turn my focus back to his fire, and his hand squeezes my opposite hip before he removes all physical touch. The only stimulation comes from his flickering flame, the heat intense with all other sense of touch removed.
As I watch, Ro flares it lightly over my hip bone, then lets it melt down the crease between my hip and my leg. My breath stutters in my lungs and I bite my lip with anticipation, but then it contracts, skipping over my most sensitive area, only to flare up the opposite crease and around to the outside of my hip. Air leaves me in a whoosh of disappointment, and I sense Ro’s smirk from the corner of my eye.
I stay focused on his flame though; I have a feeling if I get distracted for even a moment, he’ll take advantage, and I’m not sure if I’ll survive it.
Ro’s hands move to my knees and he applies gentle pressure, dragging them further apart as his glowing flame ripples into multiple spirals that swirl random patterns along my hip and outer thigh. He pulls my knees up and plants my feet outside his bent legs, giving him an alarmingly vulnerable view.
His fingers raise more goosebumps as he lightly trails them up my inner thighs, then grips right below where my thighs meet my hips. He trickles fire along the same path, the heat blinking in and out, sparking along my sensitive skin and flickering from one leg to the other until it gets to the juncture where his hand clenches me tight.
My pussy is weeping, my mind spinning out of control as my body strains to keep up with the foreign sensations. I’ve never been so wet and ready in my entire life, and I hold my breath for so long I start to see black spots. He’s going to kill me if he goes any slower, but finally, after ages of staring, he makes another move.
Ro again condenses the spreading embers down to a single, flickering flame that shines with a burnished golden radiance. He’s gentle as he sweeps it across my puffy outer lips, the scorch making me clench up with a surprised gasp.
Ro’s forearms strain as he prevents my thighs from snapping closed, and my eyes dart up to his. Then he does it again, the glowing ember licking over me. I’m sucking in quick, desperate breaths, and confusion flares in my hazy mind when I notice he’s talking.
“That’s it, my needy girl,” he murmurs, “I love to hear you beg.”
My brows are already tight with want, but they furrow further with his words. Then I realize I’ve been pleading with him. Hoarse whispers and cries leave my lips without my permission.
“Please, Ro,” I say, “More, I need you, don’t stop. Please.”
I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed. I might care later, but he owns me in this moment, and as long as he keeps going, I’m happy to babble whatever nonsense he wants.
“The prettiest words from the prettiest lips,” he croons.
My eyes are locked onto his mouth, his lip ring glinting—taunting me—when he strikes.
His thumbs had moved while I was distracted, pulling me open and exposing my sensitive nerves. He sends tendrils of sparking heat from my outer lips straight up my slit to circle my clit, and I scream out a hoarse cry at the intense sensation. I throw my head back, arching my neck and body as everything tightens. I don’t even get a chance to catch my breath when his wet tongue follows the same path.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
Fire rolling over my clit, then his tongue soothing the burn. Heat again, over and over until I’m a shaking, gasping mess of garbled pleas.
Ro spears two heated fingers into me, curling them toward that sensitive spot, and my orgasm crashes over me. Flame under his tongue nearly burns my throbbing clit as my pussy clenches, his tongue laving me, licking and sucking as his fingers press exactly where I need them. Lights flash behind my eyelids, my lungs burn for air, and my entire body convulses as the orgasm pounds through me.
It’s brutal, the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced, and when I finally crumple back onto his bed, I wonder if I’m dead. I don’t know how anyone could have survived that.
I heave in great pulls of air, my breasts shaking with desperate attempts to catch my breath. My throat is dry, raspy from whatever noises he was drawing out of me, and my limbs feel boneless. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move again.
